Holy Shitballs
If you don't eat dinner, or much lunch, or much breakfast, 3 glasses of wine will knock the shit right out of you. (It's amazing, though, how much poop you can still generate...heh.) I woke up at 4:30 this morning and have been awake ever since. It's a good thing I passed out at around 11pm. I am now trying to rehydrate and recalorify myself. Will get to work early b/c I have to finish a memo draft. Hopefully will not crash in the middle of the day.
I got an email this morning. Drama begets drama.
[Update: that cheese, egg and bacon bagel may have been overdoing it. Vomitron.]
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I'm an aspiring expat because I'd love to live out my life abroad. I used to travel, and I used to write about traveling. Now I'm done with law school, done with my bar trip, and trying my best to be an adult. My life is no longer defined by juvenile law school drama, neither is it defined by the craftiness and domesticness that I want it to be defined by. Hopefully this is interesting nonetheless.
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